After the quarterfinals, it was time for a break. With noon approaching, contestants and spectators needed food and water to recharge.

An hour later, the venue was buzzing with excitement again as Oron stepped onto the battle ring. He was accompanied by a Sacred Wrym Summit disciple, who carried a black box filled with numbered balls.

"It's almost time. I'd like to invite the top four contestants to the ring to draw lots," Oron announced as he surveyed the crowd.

Amidst a wave of enthusiastic applause, four figures ascended the battle ring one after another. First in line was Glenn, with Fenley right behind him, followed by Abigail and Dustin.

"Sir, we're in the semifinals. Good luck!" Abigail winked playfully at Dustin as she stepped into the ring.

"You too," he replied with a smile.

Given Abigail's strength, her odds against Glenn were slim. However, if she faced Fenley, she would have a solid chance at victory.

After all, Fenley had only just broken through to the ultimate g